The rose

My love is like a rose, it blooms when cared for, for all to adore.  It's color runs deep within its petals, only when it settles.  I feel this is me, because only I can see, what brings me to life.  It's your love and your nurturing, now lost in the winds of time, but just like a rose you cannot confine, it to just one small space, as you cannot replace, one single flower, as you have to let it flourish and have its own power.  But just like any rose I have thorns.  When protecting myself from pain and the strain, of the love that was going to be given to me, why couldn't I just let it be?  I pushed my thorns upon his fingers, which only triggered the petals to fall to the ground, as you can see them all around.  Gone with only one single bloom, the heart of the petal left in the space of one room.